THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: I AM A NUMBER 1 FAN OF THIS 13 YEAR OLD. RACHEL CROW....IF YOU HAVE THE TIME, CHECK HER OUT. (Turn off my radio and press pause on the video if it does not load quickly enough...it's worth it).

Thursday, November 3, 2011

I AM A NUMBER 1 FAN OF THIS 13 YEAR OLD. RACHEL CROW....IF YOU HAVE THE TIME, CHECK HER OUT. (Turn off my radio and press pause on the video if it does not load quickly enough...it's worth it).

7 comments:

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...: Hi Lori! A problem with our internet connection at home kept me from visiting blogs like I'd like. But I'm so sorry to hear about your precious Bermuda. There's a saying, 'Death is never sad, if the gift of life has been well used'. Well, I know Bermuda's life was 'well used,' but I am sad for you because I know how hard it is to lose one of our four-legged companions.

PS: I also love Rachel Crow--A superstar in the making, that's for sure!; November 3, 2011 at 5:05 PM
allhorsestuff said...: Ok, I'm not an X watcher..um standing in the hall at work , everyone came out of my break room to see this as I played it!! One gal thought it was the real person singing it!!
Thanks Lori!
KK; November 3, 2011 at 5:14 PM
Oak Creek Ranch said...: Wow!! She's amazing!!!; November 3, 2011 at 7:17 PM
Sharon Creech said...: Love that girl!; November 3, 2011 at 7:38 PM
Gail said...: Wow!!!!!!!!!!! I hope she makes it, after all, a girl does need her own bathroom.; November 3, 2011 at 7:54 PM
Michaele said...: That girl has it ALL going on!!!; November 3, 2011 at 9:03 PM
Patrice said...: I hope she wins!; November 3, 2011 at 9:34 PM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

Followers

Thursday, November 3, 2011

I AM A NUMBER 1 FAN OF THIS 13 YEAR OLD. RACHEL CROW....IF YOU HAVE THE TIME, CHECK HER OUT. (Turn off my radio and press pause on the video if it does not load quickly enough...it's worth it).

7 comments: